It takes Sam a few moments to realize that someone was talking to him, ignoring the man a bit after the question, then slowly stopping when he notices a presence next to him. Looking up from the parchment he blinks, his eyes having gotten used to staring at something close up for a while now.

He doesn't know the man, but he has seen him around. At seeing the man smiling at him, he cannot help but give a small one of his own back. "How to put words onto paper. I'm having a right difficult time trying to come up with something. Did you need anything?" He hadn't disturbed anyone had he?